Eric Weissinger

Austin, Texas

I started writing in November 1995, at the age of 25, while on ship off the coast of Bosnia. I'm currently serving a year tour at Keflavik, Iceland with Marine Corps Security Force Company. At this time my poetry is being published by The Amherst Society, Iliad Press, Wexford Publishing and The National Library of Poetry. I am in the process of putting together a collection of poetry for print. My poetry comes from deep inside and enables me to put my emotions into words. It gives me a release and lets me focus on what I'm feeling.

Black And White
I cleanse my heart in the healing waters
Of your stare
Letting the clear coolness wash
Over me
Pushing away the scabs, formed decades ago
Cutting through scars left by wounds
Too deep to explore
Turning this coolness from clear
To a deep reddish-black
Exposing the pink of newborn skin
Fresh flesh
Vulnerable and exposed
Ripe for the killing
Will I make it out whole
Or will these waters wear me
Through the bone

A Late Morning Dream
Hair cutting into my face
Like her beauty through my thoughts
Eyelashes tickling my neck
The way her laughter feels in my ears
Breath swirling across my chest
Like her thoughts through my mind
Breasts pressed to my sweating skin
As the light, against the window,
Trying to get in
Arms clinging to my torso
Like her love around my heart
Legs intertwined with mine
Weaved tight, like a basket holding time
Feet rubbing my calves
Igniting a fire that burns my skin
As I lay here and seep
Into her soul
I know
I could die
And never mourn.

Unopened
Offered a gift I so dearly wanted
All I had to do was walk out the door
And never look back
But I choose to stay.
I loved you beyond words
Beyond emotions
And yet I let you just walk away.
I died, it was suicide
I had the power to subside all the pain,
To push back this new death, yet I let it come.
Looking it dead in the eyes
As I waved
Goodbye.